According to the wonderful world of Wikipedia, cabin fever is: an idiomatic term for a claustrophobic reaction that takes place when a person or group is isolated and/or shut in, in a small space, with nothing to do, for an extended period. (Hey Wikipedia, how does about 4 months strike you as an extended period?)
Let me tell you, this year it has hit me HARD. I am longing for the days of mud puddles and light spring jackets, followed by flip flops, and bikinis. (I'm even missing the awful humidity-hair that comes with summer.) I miss the days when my pedicures are constantly on display and I can always count on the sun to keep me outside until at least 8:30pm. (Do I really need to mention my affinity for anything to do with eating charred flesh/veggies/potato salad outside?)
I try to be the good Midwestern girl and find things to do outside in the winter, but fact of the matter is that I was really born and bred for warmer climates. Even downhill skiing gets old (especially with lift ticket prices!) and I have yet to ever use my ice skates that are sitting patiently in the closet. So for now, I will rely on a pastime that every Minnesotan can relate to; looking forward to warmer climates and sunnier skies.
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